Psalms 61

1 To the victorie on orgun, to Dauid hym silf. God, here thou my biseching; yyue thou tent to my preyer.

To him that excelleth on Neginoth. A Psalme of David. Heare my cry, O God: giue eare vnto my prayer.

2 Fro the endis of the lond Y criede to thee; the while myn herte was angwischid, thou enhaunsidist me in a stoon.

From the endes of the earth will I crye vnto thee: when mine heart is opprest, bring me vpon the rocke that is higher then I.

3 Thou laddest me forth, for thou art maad myn hope; a tour of strengthe fro the face of the enemye.

For thou hast bene mine hope, and a strong tower against the enemie.

4 I schal dwelle in thi tabernacle in to worldis; Y schal be keuered in the hilyng of thi wengis.

I will dwell in thy Tabernacle for euer, and my trust shall be vnder the couering of thy wings. (Selah)

5 For thou, my God, hast herd my preier; thou hast youe eritage to hem that dreden thi name.

For thou, O God, hast heard my desires: thou hast giuen an heritage vnto those that feare thy Name.

6 Thou schalt adde daies on the daies of the king; hise yeeris til in to the dai of generacioun and of generacioun.

Thou shalt giue the King a long life: his yeeres shalbe as many ages.

7 He dwellith with outen ende in the siyt of God; who schal seke the merci and treuthe of hym?

Hee shall dwell before God for euer: prepare mercie and faithfulnes that they may preserue him.

8 So Y schal seie salm to thi name in to the world of world; that Y yelde my vowis fro dai in to dai.

So will I alway sing prayse vnto thy Name in performing dayly my vowes.